she was my sister

She was my sister.
I watched her get beat.
They even refused to let her eat.
She was my sister.
I watched her die.
Every night I could hear her.
I could hear her cry.
She was my sister.
Why couldn’t they see?
They didn’t have to hurt her.
They could have hurt me.
She was my sister.
I couldn’t sleep.
Because from in her room I heard her weep.
She was my sister.
But she isn’t anymore.
She is dead now, they killed her.
She was my sister.
But now, she’s my guardian angel.

*this is just a poem, not a true story. at least not a true story that takes place in my life. im shure there are sick people that them out there.*